Quiet storm

Yeah, keep my lines sharp like fucking knives nigga

Where I live niggas steady taking lives nigga

Since when was there freedom inside america

Nobody can compete just look at a nigga stamina

I got more sixes than a nigga inside canada

I stay eating careers like motherfucking sandwiches

Nigga mad cause I ate his girl pussy like cabbages

I'm everything but ordinary while you niggas fucking averages

Check my baggage bihh I aint av-er-age

Check my salary green nigga no celery

You a real rapper allegedly

I'm not giving had outs so nigga stop begging me

Always enter dramatic like I'm Agent P

Red faced rollies like I got on cherry trees

Rollie glide so slick like bacon grease

My name is Profit by my side chick call me masterpiece

Real rapper HA!! nothing but some fallacies

Talking about bread but I prefer A grilled cheese

She french kissed my Fry no Mickey Dees